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. . . aaaaand the Astros lost by one run. I had a feeling that would happen; the score was 7-8 went I went to bed last night, and I thought, "That's not gonna change, is it?" And it didn't.

*sigh* I predict that the Astros will lose by one run tonight, too. (The fun of this little ritual is that either it works, or I'm right.)

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There. Made me a Tigers icon. This is Pudge grinning hard enough to split his head open after last night's homer. Seemed appropriate for my first Tigers icon, as that homer made me realize that, wow, I've fallen as fast and hard for the Tigers as I did for the Red Sox. (Which means, incidentally, that the upcoming series between the two teams - May second through the fifth - might make my head blow up. I want them both to win. However, since it's a four-game series, they could split it. That would be okay.)

You know, it took that miserable loss of Game Seven in 2003 to make me realize how much I had come to love the Red Sox. To this day, I'm not sure if the devotion would have taken hold to such a degree if they had won. Or maybe I just wouldn't have realized it like I did - I mean, a win doesn't make you examine things like a loss does. But that was how it was brought home to me that I had truly come to love the team. Because even after that loss, I was hooked, and I was staying, and I couldn't wait for April.

But for the Tigers, it's a major hit at a crucial moment that brings home the love. Does this say anything about how I've evolved as a fan? Or is it a timing thing? If the Sox had won last night and I hadn't needed something to cheer me up, would it have made such an impact? The answer to that is probably yes, but I can't help wondering anyway.

Jesus, it's snowing in Detroit. So no Tigers game tonight. Ha, and up here people are bitching 'cos it's raining.

In news of other teams, manderspander has brought it to my attention that the Yankees/Rangers game was a day game today. The final score? 10-2. The winners? NOT THE YANKEES.

I'm reading the play-by-play right now, and it is delicious. Errors. Pop-ups. Fly balls. Double plays. Meanwhile, the Rangers are getting hits. Singles. Doubles. Homers. Multiple-run homers. Wow.

All the Yankees can seem to do these days is walk. Well, at least A-Rod hit a single, so that's nice for him. Damn expensive single, though. Way to earn that paycheck, Princess.

And do you know the best part? Do you? Well, I'll tell you. The best part is that, according to my admittedly shaky standings math, the Yankees are in last place. They are behind the Devil Rays by half a game.

I'm going to repeat that in boldface now.

The Yankees are in last place. They are behind the Devil Rays by half a game.

I suddenly don't mind the Sox losing last night.

It has also come to my attention that the Astros, who also had a day game, lost to the Cardinals. By one run. 1-0 in the tenth inning. This is me officially giving up on my little ritual.

But you know what? I hardly even care.

Because the Yankees, finally and officially, truly and genuinely, logically and mathematically, SUCK.

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And the Sox lose to the Devil Rays again. By guess how many runs? Yeah. Schilling is starting to make me nervous. His three starts so far have not been great.

The ESPN scoreboard isn't showing the new standings yet, but I believe that this puts the Red Sox a game behind the Orioles for first place. (How, exactly, do we go from shutting out the Orioles twice in a row to losing to the Devil Rays twice in a row? Baseball is so weird.) Well, at least this means that the Yankees are now one and a half games behind the Devil Rays.

I'm sad that there was no Tigers game today. I miss them.

Standings: Red Sox ten wins eight losses, Orioles eleven wins seven losses. So, a game and a half behind?

Tomorrow I get cable. Can't wait to watch the Sox games instead of just listening to them. Hmm. Most of stuff is sitting around in boxes - I should go and at least shove them to the side so they don't get in the cable guy's way.

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I was looking at pictures from today's Yankees/Rangers game, and I found this picture . . .

( This has got to be the weirdest goddamn picture I've ever seen. )

I mean . . . look at it. The caption claims that it's a picture of Bernie Williams chucking his bat and helmet aside after getting struck out. I think the caption LIES. I think that Bernie is using the Force. Either that, or Bernie is desperately hoping for guidance from Evil McHelmet. And it looks like Evil McHelmet is about to talk.

Seriously, though . . . this is one of those pure-chance photos. A split second sooner or later, and we wouldn't get the bat and helmet hovering in the air looking like a demented Darth Vader, and we wouldn't get that look of deranged, earnest serenity on Williams's face. The more I look at it, the harder it makes me giggle. A brilliant example of photographic art by accident.